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You take off your jacket, walking towards the sulky sport girl. "I'm sorry for what occurred between you and my brother. We can go on as planned if you are still in the mood". You've been kind but, at the same time, you have shown no fear. This tactic pays off. Grace looks at you, relieved, "So you don't think that I'm weak after that?", "Of course not!", you reply, "Matt is a beast, and there are a few men in his unit who can keep up with him. And you're a woman...not yet a woman but a girl in fact. That's why you didn't have a chance. But I wouldn't say that you're weak, it's rather my brother to bevery strong". "Yes, I guess that you are right!", she says, "Your brother is freaking tough, I've never met someone like him before. He could have me killed at any moment. You belong to the same family though, and if genetics is a factor, I've no chance against you either!". Grace observes intently your upper body as to look through the fabric of your t-shirt, then touches your biceps, almost preoccupied. "I don't want to get through another humiliation like the last one…", she confesses, suddenly opening her arms to hug you tightly. "Maybe all this fighting contest is just weird, I don't know...or maybe I just fear being manhandled again…" she says, hiding her face between your arms. Thinking to what to say you open your mouth, but she stops you, sweetly putting a finger on your lips. "You are my man Chris. I give in to you...", she states, kissing you on the cheek and over the neck. A load of shivers burst in your back. Lushly, the girl pulls you gently down with one hand, taking her sports bra off with the other. You kiss her now exposed boobs voraciously, sinking your teeths into her nipples. She moans in pleasure, while you get shirtless. Grace drifts her fingers over your chest and shoulders, happy to acknowledge your new body structure, "Please Chris…", she tells you, "Make me feel a woman. Make me feel as no one had before…". Happily, you comply.